He is absolutely nuts.
He is hyper.
He is everywhere.
He is fast like lightning.
He is impossible to photograph...
He climbs our walls.
He attacks my nightgown in the morning.
He bites on my toes.
He jumps me from the back when I am doing computer business.
He steps on the keyboard.
He jumps your leg when you walk by.
He is like a rock climber on our sofas.
He attacks Emmy's hair when she is twirling it.
He tumbles around in the curtains.
He sleeps sitting up - for 2 minutes only.
He slides our floor like a hockey player on ice.
You never know what to expect when you enter a room...
He cuddles up with Nelly at night.
He purrs like a lawn mover.
He miaus like a teeny tiny baby.
He curls up like a big fur ball to impress on Charlie.
He follows Charlie everywhere and Charlie doesn't really like it.
Charlie looks like a big lion compared to the little one.
They do get along, but aren't best buddies yet...
We laugh at him.
We talk to him.
We cuddle him.
We play with him.
We love him.
His name is Frankie. We call him Frankie Boy.